FIC: Here's to the Past (Chapter One)
Story: Here's to the Past
Chapter: One
Words: ~1500
Pairing: Finn & Quinn
Rating: NC-17, potentially R later
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the canon characters, but I own the Hudson children, as this is a future fic.
At the age of 34, it still struck Finn Hudson as strange that he had never moved out of his mother's house. Well, aside from a few weeks when he'd been forced to move in with the Hummels but that situation had quickly remedied itself by way of him being an extraordinary douche bag. He'd been a stupid kid back then, in every way imaginable. Now, he was still pretty stupid, but he had definitely done okay for himself. He was a music teacher and he was the director of McKinley High's New Directions, the very same club that had inspired his love of music to begin with, and he had a hot and sexy wife who was leaning against him, her hand inching dangerously close to the bottom of his t-shirt, while they watched football on the couch. Twirling a bit of perfect blonde hair around his finger, Finn sighed happily as Quinn let out a quiet chuckle. “After almost 20 years, aren't you tired of doing that?” she questioned, looking up at him with her lips curled into a slight smile.
“Nope,” Finn replied with a shrug, smiling back at her as she snuggled up more against him. “Do you think he'll finally sleep through the night?”
“Freddy? I doubt it. He's still going through that 'monsters are scary' phase. I want to punch his teacher in the face. As much as I love him, I miss my early morning sex with my husband. Why did we have kids again?” she questioned, though she wasn't serious. Quinn was the ultimate housewife and she loved it. She had gone to accounting school but when they'd gotten pregnant the first time, they'd decided that Quinn would stay home and she had become one of those momagers whose lives were happily run by their kids.
“I miss early morning sex, too. Maybe we should start locking the door,” Finn chuckled, running his thumb back and forth over Quinn's shoulder. As much as he loved being a dad to three little terrors, he was really starting to miss his wife.
“Ew, my door's not closed,” came a voice from down the hall.
“You shouldn't be eavesdropping, Caroline,” Quinn shot back, waiting for the groan from their eldest. “You're seventeen years old, you should know better than that.”
“Whatever,” came the indignant reply.
“Sometimes, it really feels like she's your biological daughter,” Finn mumbled, rolling his eyes. Caroline was seventeen, and unlike the rest of their children, she was adopted. Caroline was his Finn Hudson. Will Schuester had taken an interest in him and he had taken Caroline under her wing. She was bounced around through the foster system her whole life, and she'd been transferred to a home within the McKinley zoning district and had joined New Directions. Finn wasn't blind. Caroline had always been a little quieter than the rest of the kids and the excessive makeup she was sporting wasn't her attempt at hiding a hickey, because she wasn't that kid. Within a few weeks, Caroline was coming to Finn about the fact that her foster parents were abusive and as soon as Finn had found out, he called Quinn and convinced her that they needed to be assigned as her temporary guardians. That temporary guardianship had eventually become permanent, and she was officially a part of the family and on her way to being fully adopted by them. But her personality was 100% Quinn Hudson in seventeen year old form. Right down to the fact that she was captaining the Cheerios.
Pulling Quinn a little closer to him, Finn sighed happily, turning his attention back to the television. “Ugh, is it too much to ask for them to make one decent pass?” he mumbled, shaking his head.
“I used to ask myself the same question every single game you ever played,” Quinn retorted, eliciting a pout from Finn.
“Meanie.”
“I'm Quinn Hudson, that goes without saying, babe,” she reminded him, cracking a smile as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“You're lucky you're hot,” Finn teased, sticking his tongue out as he picked up his beer bottle, savouring the last sip. It was always the best part. As if on cue, as soon as he stuck the bottle back down on the table, there was a ring of the doorbell.
“I'll get it!” Caroline called, already running down the hall in the direction of the door.
“You expecting someone?” Finn asked.
“No, I'm just running to the door because I'm so interested in being hounded by the Jehovah's Witness again,” she muttered.
“Hey! We're tolerant of all religions in this house,” Quinn reminded her.
“Sure, that's why you don't answer the door when you see it's them, mom,” Caroline sighed, rolling her eyes. She had recently gotten to the stage where calling them mom and dad seemed to be alright. It was a slow process, day by day.
“If it's a boy you know the rule, door open,” Finn warned, throwing his daughter a look.
“Yeah, yeah, I - oh,” Caroline replied, as she opened the door, seeing not the boy she had invited over, but a girl, about her age. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, actually. Is - is this Quinn Fabray's house?” the girl asked, looking slightly nervous as she chewed on her lip.
“Yeah, why?”
Leaning her head toward the door as Quinn heard her name enter the conversation, she frowned. Who was this girl? Taking a sip of her beer, Caroline would probably just brush her off and the girl would be on her merry way.
“Can you tell her that Beth is here to see her? Beth Corcoran.”
If his face wasn't drained of color and if he didn't feel like fainting, Finn Hudson would have been impressed by his wife. Her spitting skills could totally rival a camel's and then some. But he was too busy trying to be the Flash, bolting to the door and completely forgetting the disappointing football game.
“Caroline, go to your room,” he said, shooing his daughter in the direction of her room.
“But-”
“Now,” Finn warned, in a tone that told her not to argue with him this one time.
“Fine. You suck,” she pouted, making her way back to her bedroom.
“Are you...” Beth asked, ringing her hands together and looking totally uncomfortable. Finn wasn't looking that much better.
“No,” he replied, knowing what she was getting at. “I'm Finn Hudson, Quinn's husband,” Finn added, looking at Quinn who was seated on the sofa, looking at the window but not really seeing anything. She was shaking like a leaf.
“Why don't you come in?” Finn offered, opening the door a little wider to let her through.
“Thank you,” Beth replied, giving him a small nod as he shut the door behind her. “Is that...Quinn?” she asked, as her attention turned to Quinn on the couch.
“Yeah. Would you give me a minute? She's just... she wasn't expecting you. None of us were,” Finn admitted, scratching the back of his neck.
“I know. This was probably a bad idea - I shouldn't have come, not without calling,” Beth mumbled, looking down at the floor.
Finn was vaguely reminded of Rachel and how her own reunion with her birth mother hadn't been so hot. “No - wait here. She just needs a second,” Finn assured her, going to check on Quinn as Beth stood nervously in the entryway.
“Quinn?” Finn whispered, putting a hand on his wife's back as he sat down next to her. “Quinn, you need to say something to her.”
“I know,” Quinn replied, her voice barely audible. “I just, what would you like me to say? Hi, I'm Quinn, I gave you up because I couldn't raise you myself?”
“No. You're going to say everything you've always said that you wanted to say to her every time that we've talked about this,” Finn nodded, his voice firm even though he was honestly scared shitless.
“I said all those things because I thought it would never happen...” she whispered, looking down.
“But you meant them all. Every single thing,” Finn reminded her, rubbing her back as he waved Beth over, watching as the girl took what seemed like forever to stand in front of them.
“Quinn? My name is Beth,” she said, biting her lip with a worried look before she continued. “I'm your daughter.”